Drujeeta fell through pitch blackness as the screams of her children rang in her ears. She continued to float in limbo for minutes until
see landed on a strange land looming closer and closer, she directed her body towards it. She straightened her body so that she
would land on her feet instead of kissing the ground with her face. However, she miscalculated the trajectory of her feet and she fell
face down in the soft dirt. She got up, brushed the dirt from her dark red robe and looked around, "Where am I?" She wondered.
The form of a man with a goat skull and deer antlers appeared as if to answer her question."Drujeeta, you are in my Oblivion
realm. This realm where all beasts go when the die. Your husband is about to participate in the great hunt."
"Juleen, he's here? I thought he would be sent to coldharbor... or aetherius." She said uncertainly
The lizard's question seemed to take the prince of the hunt by surprise because he was momentarily lost for words, however, he
fished some new ones from the stream of knowledge. "Yes, Juleen's soul is destined for coldharbor; Howver, he has been choosen for
a great honor, perphaps even greater than himself. He gestured to an island far below him where her husband was, quite literally
turned into a rabbit and it hopped about, completely unaware of its impending doom.
Hircine cocked his bony head towards here,
"Do you want to join in on the hunt? Your brothers and sisters are already down there, closing in for the kill, you'd better hurry or
they will have gobbled up all the tasty morsels by themselves." Drujeeta snarled as she knew this was not Hircine. She could smell
something strange going on, as if this was just some illusion and not the real hunting grounds. The air smelled different, even the
ground did not feel as soft and lush as she thought it was. Drujeeta snapped at 'the prince' but her mouth did not open.
The figure knelt down and caressed Drujeeta's snout,
"good wolfies have to do what they're told, otherwise they will get no meat."
As he said this, a tantilizing slab of steak appeared out of thin air waving in front of Drujeeta's face as if an invisble fan was blowng.
The figure snapped his fingers and the steak vanished. A second snap of his fingers sent Drujeeta in painful spasms as if her whole
body was on fire. The invisible bind around her mouth broke so the figure could revel in her agony.
Drujeeta's mind worked really hard to resist the transformation, but, her body said different. Her body fell hard on the ground and
her arms and legs felt like they were being ripped in all directions, she had tears in her eyes as she pleaded for someone to help her,
but no one came. Inside her body, bones were breaking and reforming themselves, causing her to making a loud hissing noise. The
noise was for two reasons, one was because she was focusing her magic to try to remain in control of her faculties and the other
reason was the transformation was incredibly painful.
Her legs bent towards the sky and her thighs began to lengthen, her arms seemed to enlongate and fur began growing on not only
her hands and arms but all over her body. Her teeth became longer as well. Her eyes turned from black to light blue. Her screams
turned to yelps of pain as her voice because to became more gutteral. She pleaded with the figure, through teary eyes as a wolf
snout erupted from the spot where her mouth and nose were. The whole process took an agonizing seven minutes. She tried to
stand, but her limbs felt like rubber and she fell flat on her face. The strain was too much, Drujeeta felt her body slip into
unconscious due to the intense pain she had dealt with.
At the end, The daedric prince looked in wonder at the creature laying unconscious before him. He looked at the wolf and caressed
her coarse silver fur while he staring at her closed eyes. The werewolf came to and saw the daedric prince towering above her as
he inspected her. Slowly, she got to her four paws.
Looking at the wolf, Hircine scratched his chin, apparently deep in thought, "What shall I call you, hmmm? I can't go on calling you
'Drujeeta' now can I? He snapped his fingers as an idea came to him "I know the perfect name,” He exclaimed. How does Silver
sound?" He smacked his forehead, "Oh right, you can't speak." He said, stupidly. "Silver it is then.”
Day turned into afternoon, or at least Silver thought it was afternoon when she woke. Days and nights seemed to blend together
seamlessly in the hunting grounds, so really it was near impossible to tell. Silver padded up to the wolflord, something smelled
diffirent about him, his body has a cheesy smell to it.
"Silver go and find the others, the great hunt is about to begin." He barkedd, causing the wolf to recoil in fright
Drujeeta tried to respond, but all she could do was utter a high pitched cry to the moon. Her howl was high and shrill, which was
pleasing to Hircine, or the figure posing as him, as he knew she was ready to hunt. Hircine said the rest of his children are up ahead
hunting the hare that he had denoted as the prey of the particular hunt. He also ordered her that if she needed to kill other
competitors that got in her way then he would allow it.
Silver left her earthly bed behind and searched for her competition. She padded through long patches of grass and over grassy hills.
She stopped and sniffed the air. The faint scent of fear hung in the air ike wet clothe hanging on a line. She looked around and saw a
few deer but no hare. She squinted her eyes and saw three werewolves sitting around a fire a little ways off. The atmosphere was
thick with purplish fog. This was the same fog, silver noticed, that was part of the mysterious portal that led her to this mysterious
plane of existence.
As silver padded her way towards the three wereolves, she saw them prowling around a deer they had cornered and were thinking
about their next course of action. all of the werewolves had black fur except for the leader of the pack, he had brown fur with streaks
of black running along the fur, he also had amber-colored eyes with three scars running diagonally along the left side of his
face. His name was 'Scarface.' He got that name because of three vertical scars above his right eye that he had received from his
days as a slaugtherfish hunter.
She hid in a nearby bush. Silver stepped out of her hiding spot with pure rage in her eyes. How dare they get the hare that the god
of the hunt reserved for me. She thought. Her lips parted and a low growl escaped her mouth. She felt insulted being showed up like
this.
The 'wolf lord' appeared beside her, standing in a stone circle that sat in the middle of a patch of grass. Silver looked up at him, but
she noticed something was amiss. he looked thinner and more stretched out than has was when they had first met. The face of
Hircine faded and was replaced by Sheogorath's face. His wierd-colored uniform followed the abrupt appearance of his face.
She looked down and saw the bloodied remains of the rabbit in her mouth fade and was replaced by her dead husband, whom she
had killed. She spat out the mangled corpse of Juleen and began howling a long and mournful note. Sheogorath grimaced with pain
as his hands flew to his ears,
"can you quiet down mortal? I can't hear myself think." The wolf stopped howling immediately and cocked its head to the side,
"Much better, do you not know your own husband? He is not dead...yet." Sheogorath said, smiling evilly at the silver wolf.
The entire realm of the hunting grounds started blinking in and out of existence; acually melting out of existence was a more apt
description as Silver now saw that the entire realm was made of slowly melting cheese. the she-wolf just stared at Sheogorath while
he tore off a big chunk of tree and ate it.
The realm faded along with the wolves, the hare and the building that she had fallen from in old mournhold and they found
themselves in a brightly lit palace in New Sheoth. She looked around, she found M'aiq, Infinte and her kids standing around her in a
circle. She also noticed that she was, once agin, in her argonian form. Her wolf form was the only thing that was not part of the
grand illusion.
